Maybe fingertips brush messages
Lost in the sea
Drawn down by stronger hands
Bottles never make it
Only shipwrecks
Words drown in green glass air
Crabs harvest bone
Birds nest with hair
But hearts are lost at sea....
Shallow tide pools erupt from the ashes
All that's left of inner protestations
Certainty and verse hidden in the bow
Pointed at sharp rocks
Too sure for the lighthouse's warning
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